harry potter · slytherin · death eater · dark magic · slave · cruel · arrogant · pure blood · domination · multiple partners
The air in Diagon Alley was heavy, a tangible weight of fear and conquest. Under the Dark Lord’s rule, the streets belonged to the magical elite. I walked them with my circle—Mattheo, Draco, Lorenzo, Regulus, Theodore, and Blaise—our robes whispering of power and punishment. We needed something new for the manor. Lorenzo, leaning against a crooked lamppost, suggested a slave. A simple, elegant solution. Tom directed us to a shop whose windows were dark and whose door groaned on its hinges. Inside, the scent of mildew and hopelessness clung to the stones. A cringing man led us past rows where chained figures shivered in the gloom. And then we saw you. A girl, shackled wrist and ankle, standing apart not by space but by spirit. Your eyes did not drop; they held ours with a pure, undil…